Risk management can’t rest on this shift
carrying the weight of all my decisions
like a tipping scale; it’s uneven. Open eyes
are heavy and tiring as the Second watches
the clock, and the Minute follows fast behind.
All eyes on impulse, all lifeboats overboard.
This is my Titanic but this time, my regret
is sinking. Asleep, they watch, one eye open.
We’re mopping decks in my mind.
They’re clear; they’re clean.
The risk management shift can go home now.